Huskies are such drama Queens!


I would go out into the yard and announce that it was doggy bath time. My female Rottweiler would mind and come, but definitely wouldn't like it. About the time I'm finished with the Rottweiler, my bird dog, Freddie, Would run up to the fence, sopping wet from taking a dip in the tank, trying to tell me, "I've already taken a bath!"
It was routine! He would do it every single time! Then I started screwing with him!

"Freddie! Go get a BATH!"
He would take off at a sprint to the tank, jump in and screw around and then return to me all proud and waggin' the F outta his stump!

I sure enjoyed that dog! He had such a personality! My secretary gave him to me. He went from a tiny backyard to a big ol' farm. He was kinda pudgy when I got him, but he slimmed down with patrolling the whole farm!
When I would shred my front pasture, I would have a huge hunting party of my barn cats and Freddie would be right there with them. They are all following my tractor and waiting for various varmints to appear! Mainly mice, rats, and Gophers, but would occasionally come up on a snake of some sort. They made quick work of anything that popped up! As long as I was out there, I had my patrol with me! Sometimes you would hear them calling the other cats out to the kills in pasture. And then the other times you would see them taking the kill back to the other cats and coming right back for more.
I had a lot of very good and beneficial 'barn cats'. Out of the over 25 years I was there, I only killed two snakes around the house, a Rattler and a copperhead. And that was within the first couple of years being there.
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